I give thanks for a knock on the door are you ready for a cup of tea yet start to the day...extra welcome after a bad night with the joints which shows how a negative can make a positive even more so!
For a great few days with Bob, and for realising how privileged and blessed we are to actually enjoy one another's company and some similar ways to spend time. My poor mother and siblings...it's easy to forget that the hard time they gave me was partly due to their disappointment and disapproval, which can't have been any more fun to feel than to be made aware of...
For the incredible amount of goodies remaining uneaten and undrunk. 240g box of nice chocs bought on Saturday and even with help I still haven't finished them all! And for the incredible haul of charity shop finds Bob made this afternoon in a little tour of the ones that were open here...
For the cosmic conspiracy to make our journeys so remarkably easy and stress free given the circumstances (sorry not your experience, Dan...move to Teignmouth?). Especial thanks to all the hard working chaps who cleared the tracks so both our lines are working, and the patient staff at Exeter St David's repeating the same information over and over again as to how to travel on from there...
For it not being dark when I set off home from and the interesting variant on seeing Bob off ie. that he saw me off instead...and the late light lighting up the flood puddles in the fields most picturesquely...
For a cracking moon clearing clouds and apparently rising at the end the road in front of here, and for being home alone again and not minding. It's all good.
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